Sunday, December 22nd
My eyes open quickly at the sounds of her moans. It took me two hours in the tub releasing her of multiple intense muscle spasms before she was capable of even comprehending getting out of the tub. I wrapped her in the soft robe she had hanging in the bathroom and guided her to our bed. She explained where she kept her medication and which ones she thought would benefit her the most. I grabbed a couple bottles of water that were hanging out in the fridge and grabbed the multiple bottles that she requested. I help her as much as I can but we both know the only thing that will help her long term is repeated ties with her mate.
The chemicals released from the fated mate during the tie have healing properties that are not well understood by medical professionals. Legend has it that Diana saw the harm that was caused by males becoming overly lustful during the female’s heat cycle. As a result, she attempted to close off access to those females by creating muscle spasms so intense the male could not penetrate her. Unfortunately this has backfired in half the women who are raped during their heat cycle. Although I can’t remember the name of it, I know this syndrome or disorder happens only to those women who are raped during their heat cycle. Sometimes that alone is enough, sometimes it has to happen multiple times. Either way it puts the female in absolute misery and I know the only way I will fit without injuring her is to take advantage of the relaxed state she’s in before she fully wakes.
It’s been a difficult night to say the least. I look at the clock as I pass by, 9am, four hours since she last woke. We talked for a while about the best way to handle her being so sick from the heat. I’ve been able to come up with a plan that I believe will work for both of us without me feeling like I’m raping her but I’m still struggling with now being my first attempt to fully tie her. I’m not prepared for the pain it will cause her on top of the cramps that simply don’t stop. The pain is supposed to ease with each tie as are the cramps but doing it knowing the immediate outcome is difficult to comprehend.
I secure the curtains so sunlight doesn’t peak through as the sun rises before grabbing the two bottles of water sitting on the table. I walk to the kitchen and trade the room temperature water for the cooled, returning to the bed shortly after. I uncover my mate, slowly exposing her precious body to my eyes. While we’re both uncomfortably nude in this situation I’ve done everything possible to keep her warm. She is still clad in the bathrobe that I helped her into coming out of the bathtub. I also managed to find her heating pad. The light on the temperature control is blinking, indicating that the heat has shut off. I caress her cheek gently as I sit beside her on the bed. She whimpers softly as her face scrunches from the pain she’s in.
“I’m sorry, but now is probably the best time to try. I promise I won’t hurt you.” She nods as another whimper escapes.
I stand so I can kneel on the bed, bending overtop of her so I can place soft sweet kisses along her neck. I relax as she moans, stretching her neck to give me even more access. My soldier jumps to attention at her relaxed and sensual sound. I follow her movements easily as she rolls from her side to her back. I’m completely attuned to her movements as they tell me exactly where she’s at mentally and physically. I straddle her waist, laying my body as close to hers as I can get as we get deeper into a make out session. Something about my rock hard member entices her to open up to me. It only takes a few minutes before I’m fully between her legs, spreading them into what should be an uncomfortably wide position.
I smile as she slowly grinds her hips against my hardness. She reaches between her legs and touches him gently. I flinch and draw back as her touch on my member causes me confusion. I force myself to push the feeling aside. This isn’t about me. It takes her several attempts at touching me before she can guide my soldier to his intended destination. I keep my focus completely on her until I feel her relax. I push in as she lifts her hips but the move isn’t as smooth as it should be. Despite her relaxed and wanting state her southern half is impossibly tense causing her to yelp as we join. I stop approximately half way. Just far enough that it would take some effort for us to separate.
I return to her neck as she whimpers. It’s easy to tell that she wants to fight this. I can only imagine what memories may be triggered by such pain. Her pants slow after a few minutes, turning immediately back to me. I allow our tongue wrestling to relax me and bring me completely back to her. After a few minutes of intense kissing I instinctively push in. I stop as soon as she shifts her body beneath me. It’s easier to tell when I need to stop and allow her to adjust now that I’m inside her. I can feel myself a lot easier outside of the tub and I’ve only got one more push before her body has accepted my entire length.
I slide my arms under hers allowing me to cradle her head in my hands. I don’t wait as long to make my final push but something tells me to do more as I draw back slightly. She moans as it becomes obvious that she needs more. ‘You don’t know how crazy she gets.’ rings in my head as I continue my slow short strokes.
“Longer.” She gasps as she awkwardly starts trying to develop a pattern before I have one established.
“Relax with me baby. Just tell me what you need.” I whisper just as breathlessly.
I pull out further before pushing in. This time she whimpers and shifts uncomfortably but gives me no indication that she needs me to stop. I keep my length and speed the same, pulling about half way before pushing. Despite her persistent whimpers she again requests more.
“Longer.” She has a whine in her voice this time.
“It’s hurting you. Let me keep this pattern until it doesn’t hurt.” I sound like I’m begging even though it’s the first time I’ve disagreed.
“Please. Long strokes. As long as you can make them without leaving and as deep as you can get.”
“It’s hurting you.” I whisper again, hurt that she wants this pain.
“The cramps are getting worse. I need this pain over the other. Please.” She’s breathless and in tears by the time she finishes.
She’s afraid that I won’t follow her request as she desperately tries again to take control of the rhythm. I scoot myself even further against her bum forcing her to be still as her legs are lifted off the bed. I move my pelvis towards hers. She grabs the bed with a yelp as I find myself going even deeper than I was before. I wait only a minute for her to recover before moving. My pull only leaves the head buried within her while my push is the absolute deepest I can get. I keep my speed slow as I wait for her yelps to subside when diving deep. The only thing that keeps me going is how well she’s tolerating it. Not once, after my initial entry, has she given any indication that she needs to fight.
For reasons unknown to me the fact that it’s causing her pain, despite everything that tells me that it’s not, it truly feels as if I’m raping her and I don’t know why. I shake my head violently, trying to chase such an intrusive thought from my mind. I come back to reality quickly as she moans.
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